Oh how life seems
So destructive
To those who don't believe or love in dreams
But sadly life is not a dream to those who feel corruptive
When we fight
When we don't understand
The reasons to our rights
Life is not some game we can stand
It is full of hate and fears
Death and cruelty from this knife
Sadness and tears
No happiness is to be found in our life
Why do we fight?
Why do we cry?
What is wrong or right?
Why do we even try?
What is this fight?
That corrupts our hearts,
And this tight
Grasp that lost its touch and parts?
What is this endless loss?
That no one has fought?
In this endless toss
That has to be taught.
I am to blame
You are to blame
We are the cause to this shame
And also to our name.
When will we be friends?
When will you except?
To find the real dream instead of trends?
When will we except?
For us alone
We must accept. Here and now.
Even on this cold stone
Even on this darkness that meant nothing but how
I will not give up
Not even on you
Please drink out of this cup
This cup which shows you,
You are not alone